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Chapter eight hundred and fiftieth eight clouds chaotic sword fighting

The sword light and the flowing clouds fly together. The battle situation on the Fengshan Platform is no longer obvious to the naked eye. The practitioners with insufficient realm or poor eyesight will be dizzy when they see each other and have to look away. It is already very difficult for high-level practitioners to capture the details of this battle.

The Wuyan Sword Peak's martial arts are divided into two categories. One is the sword art inherited from the sword immortal Shang Qingtian among the Five Scattered Immortals, and the other is the inheritance left by the Jiuxian Jiang Yuebai, who is the Five Scattered Immortal, who is the Five Scattered Immortal. No matter which one is, it can achieve the ultimate speed.

What is shown in front of everyone now is the ultimate speed of man and sword. Even if you don’t look at it, you can still see the intense battle just by listening to the sound that seems like a howling wind.

However, to truly perceive the situation of this battle, there is almost no other way except invisible thoughts. The practitioners of the Idiom Sect suddenly became a popular near Songshan. Whether in the human world or in the demon world, there were a group of people who wanted to know the details, and they also talked according to their own perceptions. Some were really talking about their feelings, while some were not actually sensing something, just simply nonsense, but all the listeners listened very seriously and occasionally gave a few praises.

In addition to these observers, there were many people cheering loudly and cheering. Most of them did not have the realm and vision of observing the battle, nor did they seize the advantageous position around the practitioners of Yisect. They simply spoke directly and cheered and cheered. The sword wind on the Fengshan Platform was so cold that the sound outside could not be penetrated, but it could also bring some deterrence to the guys on the other side.

The demon world shouted in particular, and the human world was not to be outdone. Those who had been in the world in their early years immediately became the mainstay, and the cheers gradually evolved into confrontation. However, in the camp of the human world, there were several discordant voices coming out.

"Boy Yao Chong, don't lose for me!"

"Don't lose the reputation of Chongming Sword!"

The old voices were extremely loud, which attracted a lot of people's attention and the ruthless ridicule of the demon world. The unkind eyes immediately gathered in a certain direction in the mountains and forests, and finally frozen on the three old men.

The three old men were all wearing single clothes and shorts, looking extremely cool, with a strong body like an iron tower, and their skin was even more healthy. The three of them were holding an iron hammer that looked extremely heavy, which was very difficult to mess with at first glance.

There are many people in the camps of the human world who do not hate Yao Chong, but they will not express their opinions before the unshakable dam of national justice. For example, Guan Shanyue was explaining the skills of Canglang sword technique to his disciples in the sect at this time. Although the Canglang sword of Canglang Sect has many differences from the Canglang sword of Wuyan Peak, it is ultimately inseparable from the Canglang sword. He has been observing and explaining it personally, and he will definitely benefit himself and his disciples in the sect. His view on the current situation is just a friend's position, and he secretly encourages Yao Chong in his heart, because once he speaks, no matter what his original intention is, he will definitely be rejected by most people in the human world.

But the three old men seemed to have no idea about this. They not only spoke freely in their own small circle, but also shouted Yao Chong's encouragement to the world. To do this, it not only requires strong cultivation, but also a steel-like face.

In fact, they don't think there is anything wrong with their doing so, and their focus is on the rest of their practice.

The ones are different.

Someone recognized them and said in surprise: "Are they the three masters of Zhanlushan?"

When this sentence was said, people immediately withdrew their gaze. Even though they were extremely upset, they had to suppress the urge to cause trouble for them.

Zhanlu Mountain was not originally called Zhanlu Mountain, but when a sword-casting master opened the furnace and made a sword here, Zhanlu Mountain became Zhanlu Mountain.

The swords he had devoted his efforts to forge were all absolute magical weapons.

These three old men are the descendants of his robe and mantle. When it comes to sword making, no one in the world can compete with them. In fact, Yao Chong's sword Chongming is also their work to some extent.

The Chongming Sword was broken twice, the first time was cut off by the sword demon. Shang Yunjian personally asked the three of them to recast the sword body for it. Although Chongming still cut iron like mud after rebirth, his grade had already fallen. When it was recast for the second time, it would have lost its spirituality. If Long Yao had not designed Ji Wang to become the sword spirit of Chongming Sword to maintain the grade of this sword and protect the light in it, Chongming will now be just an ordinary iron sword.

In order to preserve Chongming's spirituality as much as possible, these three old men tried almost everything. Chongming was like a congenital disabled child who was finally able to grow up healthily. At this moment, listening to the frequent sounds of the gold and iron confrontation on the Fengshan Platform, they could clearly hear that Chongming had suppressed Gao Yangsong's dragon abyss made of the legendary holy dragon scales, just like a thin, malnourished child pressing the strong fat man to the ground to rub it, how could he not be ecstatic?

In the final analysis, these three are all sword fools, who only recognize swords but not people. This time they joined in the fun, they just heard from visitors that Yao Chong would fight with that man. How much power does Chongming Sword have in Yao Chong's hands now is what they most want to see.

Most of the people present would never have thought that these three people were the ones who felt the most clearly the battle situation.

The sword has a spirit, and the idea of ​​the two swords has been reflected in the sound of the sword during the confrontation.

They heard Long Yuan's arrogance and persistence, as well as Chongming's joy and excitement.

It is not only people who meet the opponent, but also these two spiritual swords that have been with the master for a long time.

The Chongming Sword is not as good as Long Yuan, but now he traps Long Yuan, the wandering dragon in shallow water. In the eyes of these three old men, if they ask about the sword, the outcome will be decided.

But this sword question is not only a sword question, but not a sword question. When Gao Yangsong and Yao Chong performed Yunyou and Liuyun Hands in unison, this so-called sword question is already a competition of everything they learned on Wuyan Sword Peak.

In other words, it is to fight everything, and there is actually no big difference between ordinary fierce battles.

For the bystanders, perhaps the content of the sword is not important. As long as the battle is fierce enough and the guys on the other side can be embarrassed after the battle, that would be great.

...

The two flying swords fell back at the same time, interspersed around Yao Chong and Gao Yangsong, and even the afterimage was extremely difficult to capture.

It seemed that after a very short time, a red ray of laser shot down, shooting a stone wall out of pits.

Although it is just a detail that cannot be seen with the naked eye, it instantly ignited the hearts of most people.

The red droplets that shot out of the pit were blood stimulated by the sword's will.

This is the first time that bloodshed occurred after the battle began.

Even if it is an ordinary exchange, it is common to be injured and bleeding. However, in this battle, neither Yao Chong nor Gao Yangsong can capture it with his naked eyes. Moreover, the attack and defense of Canglang Sword and Liuyun Hand have their own rules and will not be easily defeated by the other party. Now this is the first time to see blood, which represents a great significance.

Some practitioners of the Yisect quickly focused their attention to investigate, trying to detect who was the first to be injured. However, at this moment, another blood arrow fell. Although it was not as sharp as the last time because of the sword intent, a red flower bloomed on the face of an unlucky human practitioner.

Soon, no one thought about who was hurt first.

There were obvious scars on both of them, obviously caused by the impact of the sword edge. As the two swords fought faster and faster, the wounds on the two of them also became more and more, so that Gao Yangsong's originally brand new sword robe had many damage.

The sword robe of Wuyan Sword Peak is inseparable from swords and guns, but it is still inevitably damaged under the extreme sword intent slash.

Yao Chong's sword robe was already much damaged by Bai Wuxin, and he looked even more embarrassed at this moment, but apart from the protection of the sword robe, his current state is still calmer than Gao Yangsong.

The Chongming sword suddenly fell into his hand. Yao Chong exerted force suddenly, and with the force of the Canglang condensed when Chongming was flying, he directly stabbed Gao Yangsong.

Gao Yangsong did the same thing, and also attacked with the force condensed by Canglangdie. This time the two swords confronted each other, gathering the aftermath of the sword energy left behind thousands of slashes. With a loud noise that shook the sky, smoke and dust rose everywhere on the Fengshan Platform. Some practitioners with weaker cultivation and had no time to cover their ears were immediately dizzy and even fainted on the spot.

At this moment, except for the shock of the sword energy on the Fengshan Platform, Songshan was already silent.

The sword energy was centered around the two of them and was scattered and scattered. The huge Fengshan Platform had already collapsed at this time. If the Dharma Sect Hall did not strengthen the Fengshan Platform to a certain extent as the Heavenly Daohui, the top of Songshan Mountain would have lost a commemorative landscape forever.

The sword robes of the two of them continued to appear, and gradually, blood oozed out from the cracks and then ejaculated. Soon, the bodies of both of them were covered with scars, and it was impossible to tell who had the advantage.

These scars are caused by the cutting of sword energy, which shows how fierce this collision is.

Chongming and Long Yuan separated again, and the ground under the two of them was covered with cracks. They both retreated dozens of steps before they could stabilize their bodies.

If the previous battle between Liuyun Hand and Canglang Sword had a graceful and elegant meaning, the last match of the two of them, Canglang Sword was filled with the heroic battle of the death. When they set out the sword, they had no power at all, and the sword energy blooming in their hands was enough to easily kill an eighth-level strongman.

"Hahahahaha!"

Gao Yangsong laughed at the sky, with a high fighting spirit in his smile. Long Yuan's sword tip pointed forward, as if there were dragon roars.

"You did not disappoint me. How about taking my sword?"

Yao Chong smiled faintly, Chongming was already raising it in front of him, as if wind and rain had risen in the yellow.
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